If He Took Off His Tie in Class Chapter 3: Hermione's Detention, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: This will become a full length fic. I have fallen in love with it too much to end it now! This chapter, again, did not actually occur. Anyways, sorry for the really long waits in between chapters. I'm in high school, in American Studies Honors, Bio Honors, Gym, Chorus and Latin... and I'm quite busy. I hope to update all stories this week during break, so hopefully you'll hear from me again for this story and for others before the end of break.

Hermione knocked on Snape's office door. He snapped at her to enter and she did so. She sat down in the chair in front of his desk, thinking about how awful her detention was bound to be, as she had only had 75 points taken away. The rest of the Gryffindors applauded her though, because she had gotten them dismissed early from potions and she had done something to Snape that no one else, not even Fred and George had dared to do.

Snape hadn't even looked up at her since she entered his office, and it had been fifteen minutes. She didn't want to do anything to make him give her an even worse task than what he was already planning for her.

"Miss Granger," he said suddenly, startling her and not bothering to look up from his marking. "You will be writing lines tonight."

"Yes, sir, what will I be writing?" she enquired, pulling out parchment, ink and a quill. He didn't answer for some time, but continued to cover the papers he was marking in red ink. She waited. And waited. She zoned out. She thought about how History of Magic would be a preferable alternative to sitting in Snape's office. At least in History, she could fall asleep. Or watch Harry and Ron have sword fights. Or recopy her transfiguration notes. Or do any number of other things. She yawned, and managed to choke on her own breath.

"Write 'I will not make inappropriate comments in class to embarrass my professor for no reason.'" This time Hermione choked on laughter but managed to cover it up as a cough. She started writing.

I will not make inappropriate comments in class to embarrass my professor for no reason.

"How many times should I write this, Professor?"

"For someone with your intellectual capabilities, Granger, you should pick up on the message quickly. 100 times." Snape continued his marking, again not looking up to answer her question. But for several moments after he had given her this latest instruction, she sat and stared at him. Had he just given her a compliment? She wasn't sure, but it had sounded like a compliment. Which led to the question, what was wrong with Snape? He didn't give know-it-all Gryffindors compliments. Still pondering this, Hermione got back to work.

I will not make inappropriate comments in class to embarrass my professor for no reason.

"Professor, I'm finished."

"Very well Miss Granger, bring your lines here." Hermione put her quill and ink in her bag, and brought the parchment to Snape's desk. He didn't look up, but snatched it out of her hands. She had heard from Harry and Ron that the teachers counted lines before the student was allowed to leave. Snape had snatched that paper out of her hands fast enough to have given her a paper cut; he didn't thankfully, and then he didn't even bother to read it. He set it down and continued grading essays, so Hermione was stuck standing in front of his desk waiting for him to dismiss her.

She thought about Harry and Ron's reaction to her detention. Not more than ten minutes had passed since she had been kicked out of class when Harry and Ron were yelling for her from the bottom of the staircase. She left her dorm heading to the common room to shut them up.

"Hermione, what the bloody hell was that about?" Ron shouted.

"Hermione, Snape was furious. He wrote you out a detention slip and kicked us all out!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione was about to explain, when the rest of the Gryffindors who were in that potions class, as well as some others burst into the common room and congratulated her.

The rustling of parchment stirred Hermione from her thoughts. Snape had picked up her lines. He looked at the parchment for a moment, and then looked up at her for the first time during her detention. He looked furious.

"Miss Granger, is this how you behave in detention with other teachers?" he growled. Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but he continued talking.

"Oh, I see it now. You've never had a detention before, so you wouldn't know that when you are told to write lines, you write what the teacher says, not what you want."

"But, sir…"

"Did I give you permission to speak?" he snarled, standing up so he was towering over her.

"No, sir."

"Very good, Granger, you've learned simple instructions. Have you no text book to quote?" He looked back at her lines once more.

"And you haven't written nearly enough. There are only 100 sentences here. I expect no less than 400."

"But sir..."

"Miss Granger, SHUT UP!"

Hermione stopped protesting. When Snape seemed to be done screaming at her, she drew in breath and began.

"Sir, I only did what you told me. You said to write 'I will not make inappropriate comments in class to embarrass my professor for no reason' 100 times, and I did so."

It was here that Snape cut her off again.

"Miss Granger, I instructed no such thing."

"What was I supposed to write then?" Hermione snapped, forgetting that it was Snape she was shouting at, and not really caring either.

"It hardly matters, Granger. You disobeyed my instructions, and you will pay for it." Snape stepped forward, and Hermione took three steps back. She wondered how far away the door was and if she'd be able to get out before Snape hexed her. He stepped forward again, and she made a squeaking noise.

"What's that Granger? You wanted to clean my classroom with your toothbrush? That sounds like an excellent idea to me," he said, taking another step forward with every alternate word. Hermione scrambled backwards, but by the end of his speech her back hit the wall. He stood before her, his face betraying the only emotion she had ever seen on it, anger.

He stepped forward again, as if challenging her to say something. Placing his hands on the wall on either side of her head, he looked into her mind, and saw that she was not lying about his instructions.

He looked at her memory him telling her to put her sweater back on, and saw her thoughts from after that incident. He knew which part of her conscience was the real Hermione; the angel, not the devil. The Gryffindor princess couldn't think the bat of the dungeons liked her. Not in that way, or at all. He liked no one. No one liked him. Except what he saw, underlying thoughts, dreams the lovely know-it-all before him didn't remember showed that possibly she did.

Wait, did he just call her lovely? Calm, Severus, calm. She is a student. He pulled out of her mind, having no desire to see anything else. He suddenly realized his inappropriate closeness to the girl, and heard her draw breath when he left her mind. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them he….

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